Making a TSM your album title. TSM.

Didn’t happen in the SEC? Doesn’t matter to me. TSM.

Having to take off your jewelry before stepping on the scale. David, Michael, and Tiffany can weigh you down. TSM.

Making up nicknames for people you don’t like. TSM.

What’s a nice way of saying: “You fell asleep, and I got bored, so I made out with your brother?” TSM.

Living in a mansion with 75 of your best friends. TSM.

That powerful little feeling that comes right after the perfect delivery of a passive aggressive dig. TSM.

Nine sisters as bridesmaids. “My Big Skinny Greek Wedding.” TSM.

I came. I saw. I snapped. TSM.

The world isn’t ending, but I’ll look fab and be drunk just in case. TSM.

Sisterhood shots. TSM.

Using the TV on the elliptical as a mirror. TSM.

Getting silly, not sloppy. TSM.

Crafting on a rainy day. TSM.

Sonic drinks don’t taste the same without vodka in them. TSM.

My fratdaddy is in the same frat as my daddy. TSM.

The world can’t come to an end. My life will not be complete until I am lavaliered. TSM.

Leaving the sorority house for the summer to find another house of girls wearing pearls. Welcome Home. TSM.

Brand new Jack Rogers blisters. TSM.

Having Carrie’s closet and Charlotte’s class. TSM.